Wednesday was wonderful. I had a really good time at Naomis. It was lovely to spent some time with her and the family. As I said earlier this week, I've been feeling really wierd this trip to Hitchin. It was strange thinking back over Naomi and my relationship. So many fantastic memories. I'm really greatful to her for them, I'm still really fond of her, and I hope she knows that.

Last night, Thursday night, was amazing. I was back in the 3 Moorhens with Karen and Liz Roseblade. Oh My Gosh. I have missed them, I've missed the group of eight friends we used to have in Hitchin. We looked back on some of the best times, all feeling really old. It's strange to hear how people have changed and what they've been up to. It felt all warm and fuzzy thinking back to when I really fancied Liz too. That was a long time ago now, gosh, but I can remember how special she was to me.

I sometimes feel really akward when I meet old friends. I've mostly got a good memory and so usually remember all about them. Basically that means I can act all palling and like a good friend... but there's always the question of whether they still really are good friends anymore at the back of my mind.

We ended up leaving the pub at closing time, but Karen was a little tipsy to say the least. We had to physically persuade her to walk home. I think the lack of a matress (she had burnt it on Wednesday evening, big flames, candle, etc) that made her want to stay outside all night, but all was well in the end...

...apart from the fucking Taxi. If you don't know the distance between Hitchin (The pub) and Stevenage (The hotel I'm at), it's about a 6 minute drive. Because of the antics getting Karen to go home, I missed the last train home. £14.50

FOURTEEN POUNDS FUCKING FIFTY.

Thats enough for an album CD, over 35 chocolate bars, ten Hitchin to Stevenage trips on the train but most importantly a bottle of Baileys or over nine pints!!!